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Saturday, August 04, 2007


In the past couple of months I've made two new friends. They know who they are, and I'm happy they're mine. Those who know me also know how much I invest in my people, which is why my circle is tiny. When I love, I love deeply. Sometimes love wears me out. When it does, I have to hole up for a bit. This seems antithetical, but it's not.

I hope to be richly rewarded and to reward richly, that's all. I have three old friends I count as my best, and at times the happiness has been almost too much to bear. Two more might send me up to the clouds.

The truth is when what you say, feel, and do are one and the same. But how do we know what we feel? We give it time. The truth is that I love each of my friends, the old and the new. It's been long enough and I am rested and the sun has come up.


Blogger ginab said...

and so the sky ejaculates with fireworks!

I snooped around mongolia today and outside of the waterless pastures of the cutest horses running, the round homes, the neighbors south and north, the snow belt that has to ride up under the chin or thereabouts, well why ask why? ;-)


11:57 AM

Blogger matty said...

Oh, I love this post!

I almost felt good today!

Do you know that there is a new Isabelle Huppert film playing at the roxie and I didn't even know?!?!?!?

Man! You know I've not been feeling well!

I'd like to try to see it Thursday night before it leaves. Would you be able to go?!?!? I need to check on something but I think I can do it.

Let me know.

by the way, you're my best friend. i don't know what i'd do without you.

5:50 PM

Blogger ing said...


I know! I know! I want to go to Mongolia SOOOO BADLY!

I just can't wait until November! I can't wait!



Oooh, I don't think you're recovered if you missed that news.

Yes, I will go on Thursday. Check on your thing. Let ME know.

I love you dearly and truly, Matty. Same goes for ginab.

You two may meet soon! I'm going to die of happiness!

6:02 PM

Blogger Ahvarahn said...

yes, you deserve rich rewards, and looks like you might have some, a few gems there. and fireworks, or a singer that sings a song for you, or maybe the funny violin player with the raised eyebrows and the funny curled up lips, playing a tune with dusty bow. No, no, it's not The Devil Went Down to Georgia... ;)

be well,

6:57 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

So you are visiting the land of the Yurts? There is a local company in Indy giving the Yurt business a try, I hope it works out for them.
I can't advise you on the best Mongolian water parks but you should be able to have fun even if you hit the lesser WP's. If you can and I hope I am not asking to much but could you bring me back a pet Yak?

8:00 PM

Blogger Quick said...

Some nice sentiments on this blog. Going to try to make it back soon to read more.

12:48 AM

Blogger matty said...

what's a yut?

7:02 PM

Blogger ing said...

A YURT!!! It's a mongolian house, and they're supposed to be really cozy on the inside. I want one!! Matty, will you prove that you really do love me? Will you run out and get one for me?

8:36 PM

Blogger matty said...

Oh! ...a Yurt!

Of course! Not only will I run out and get one for you! I will make one for you!

...tho, are you sure you want one?

Aren't they made of dried mud and cow dung? I can't imagine you putting those designer duds and that hot bod in a mud hut! NO!

But, if Ms. Ing wants one. Than she shall have a Yurt!

7:02 AM

Blogger matty said...

Ing! I had a yurt for you!!! I was standing on 16th Street waiting for the kindness of a stranger to surface so I could it carried to your street ...sadly -- or, oddly, the only stranger who emerged was this deranged looking blond girl. She was holding a screwdriver.

she pointed to your yurt and screamed, "Now! You see? This is the crazy sort of shit I'm talkin' 'bout!" ...then she put the tool in her yellow hand bag, snapped her fingers and started doing the Loco Motion.

Ing, I had no choice I had to walk slowly away.

Ing, I think some alt-version of Laura Dern took your yurt!

I'm so sorry!

6:04 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

I think your Yurt talk has gone to far, Yurts are fine works of Mongolians working at surviving in ...Mongolia? Yes thats it, but Yurts are not made of dung, they are made of hide and stuff. I can send plans if need be, Yurts will be a great addition to SF, I can send plans all I ask from you is to deal with the zoning issues.As far as Laura Dern I would spray your Yurt with Deet and this should take care of the theft problem. More later JW

6:36 PM

Blogger ginab said...

I'm liking the rugs, pillows, and pipings in the inner-yurt.

gotta find me one!

10:31 PM

Blogger matty said...

Ing --- I'm worried Commander Josh will be upset, but Mrs. Palfrey appeared to me at the bus stop and told me, and I quote, "...There shall be no staying of Ingrid in a yurt! It is simply not dignified!"

...I tried to explain to her that I was mistaken about the makings of yurts, but she would have none of it.

Mrs. Palfrey has spoken -- from the grave, at that! So, no yurts for you, Missy!

...besides, as i reported -- Laura Dern stole the one I had secured for you. Just as well -- the one I got you was made of dung. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that homeless man who sold it to me. His name is Shep.

By the way, the DVD to INLAND EMPIRE is magical. ...and, you're missing the chance to pitch your love to mr. lynch who will be here this Saturday. I've a bracelet for you if you change your mind.


6:02 PM

Blogger josh williams said...

I am kicking around the idea of creating a Fast food chain the buildings will be Yurst and we will serve Yaks milk ice cream, Yaks cheese Yak burgers. Stringy stew and mongolian fried Yak. I am looking investers and recipes...

8:31 AM


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